The Pride of Lucy

Lucy sat out in the sun
In cold and clear September;
She modeled for us her new life,
I always will remember

The pride she wore upon her face
As she soaked in the rays;
Not knowing pills and Crystal Head
Would soon cut short her days.

The pride of Lucy, young and full
Of beauty and its power;
The sharpened razor blades, so cold,
That hacked to death

The flower


 

(“The Pride of Lucy” – 12-27-2015)

A Common Ground

We cannot find a common ground
To share a point of view,
For I stand here, in judgment, of
The things that make you, you

And you are there, entombed within
That fort of your devising;
That there’s no common ground for us
Just isn’t that surprising

But there’s a universal truth
In all strife to be found:
Our hatreds go with us to graves
Beneath a common
Ground

Hallways : Iceberg

No matter where we go, we find
These passageways from here to there;
The holes, the corridors, the ways
We travel through to find the fair
Or foul that life might offer us.

We sail to where the chances are
We’ll go where we’ve not gone before:
And risk, at times, our seeking lives
To squeeze through one last passage more –
It has been ever thus.

For nature beckons, many hear the call –
From hallways where there’s no return
At all

murray river basin

the earth is thirsty

the earth is thirsty so am i
out past where we all come to die
alone and without celebrant
a wastrel bard irrelevant
the half-cocked eye the shaking lip
fair captain of a foundered ship
the desert plain of fated need
to thirst to ache
to drop

to bleed

End of Life ‘Care’

Hospitals just bring out the cheerfulness in me. – Owen

These people see me now as something old;
A dusty, wrinkled thing – long broken down —
Not someone vibrant, who, with manifold
Expressive loving gifts dons this green gown

For I am no one now; not anyone.
These owlish, peering eyes that merely stare
Try to invoke humanity in them:
They look past me as though I was not there

They don’t mean ill, they do not feel at all;
I’m just another client in a bed —
Who’s so unprepossessing in his mien
That should I, in five minutes, turn up dead,

They’ll register that there are no heartbeats:
Then merely move the corpse, and change the sheets

Rainbow Falls

Rainbow Falls

(Originally posted July 2, 2014. – Owen)

Standing here as the text came in
Informing me that you had died
And there beside a perfect scene
I turned my head and cried

Tears for the man you could have been
Tears for a life that went astray
And somewhere, now, a rainbow falls
And a spirit floats away